Title: Unwanted Author: snowprincess Rating: G Category: General/Angst Summary: Obi-Wan can't take Qui-Gon's treatment anymore. Disclaimer: I own nothing. All things Star Wars belong to George Lucas. "Unwanted," belongs to Avril Lavigne.

A/N: This is pure MUSH! If u don't like that kind of story, now's ur chance to bail.

Also, I'm trying to write a longer story than my previous ones, angling towards mystery with Obi-Wan plauged w/strange dreams. Any helpful ideas would be welcome to help get my writer's block to leave me alone.

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Emotions: the feeling a being has as a reaction to an event or action, even someone else's emotions. Jedi are taught to feel the said emotion, then move past it, not allowing the feeling to cloud future actions. They are taught to release emotions to the Force.

But what happens when a Jedi doesn't release their emotions, and just stores them deep inside? How do these feelings escape, for one who buries what they feel has to have a release of some kind.

***

Obi-Wan gave the smallest of smiles to his friends as he sat at their favorite table for the morning meal. He didn't even notice Bant, Garen, and Reeft give worried looks to each other. He picked up his piece of muja fruit, the only thing on his plate, and took a bite. The boy hadn't had much of and appetite lately. Most times, a piece of fruit was too much to digest.

It had been six monts since Obi-Wan had returned from Melida/Daan, and yet nothing had really changed. The Padawan was still on probation, but not for much longer, and things had returned to some semblance of normality.

Except for Qui-Gon.

Yes the Master had forgiven Obi-Wan for his brief absense and allowed the boy back into his life. The problem was that to the Padawan, it seemed as if Qui-Gon regretted his decsion. For the most part Obi-Wan had convinced himself that it was alright; he was just grateful that the Master decided to continue his training.

Obi-Wan had convinced his head of that, but his heart was another matter. That part of his body screamed night and day that Jinn's cold responses and emotionless training wasn't enough. t voiced that the boy needed his Master's praise, attention other than training and above all else, his love.

'Stop it Kenobi!' he told himself. 'Just because your Master doesn't konw you and ignores you doesn't mean you should make your friends suffer too.'

"Mornin' guys," he said cheerfully.

"Hey Obi," Bant said.

Reeft turned back to te Calamarian, "So, now how far are you on that music?" ately, Bant had been creating her own songs with some music recording equipment thta could play ay not for any type of instrument that the temple could loan out to students who felt like creating music not for profit.

"The song is done, but I wish I could figure out lyrics for it." She sighed, "Hey, you guys want to hear it? We don't have classes today and maybe you could figure out something good for it."

Garen's eyes brightend as if a flow rod just came on in his head. "Yeah sure we'd love to. But, if the song's finished in time, maybe you should sigh it in the talent show!"

Every year the temple held a talent show for Initiates and Padawans to show off their respective talents, whatever they may be. Knights who were currently at the temple were asked to judge the acts and name a top three. While there were no prizes, all participants had fun just performing what they could do while competing for a top spot.

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Soon after all four friends were in Bant's quarters. She went over to the recorder set up on her desk and pressed play. In truth, all three of Bant's friends were shocked at the girl's musical talent. She combined a mixture of technological like beeps, percussion, and string instuments to make a song, that with the right lyrics would be a sure contest winner.

"Wow, that's great Bant," Obi-Wan said. "When's the show?"

"Next week, but entries are due in two days," she replied.

"So, we all promise to try and think of something tonight," Garen said.

"Really?"

All three boys replied in the affirmative.

"You guys are the greatest! Now let's go have some fun!"

They spent the day swimming and talking, skipping the midday meal and taking full advantage of their day away from classes. By the tmie the group had decided to split up for the evening, Obi-Wan had forgotten what awaited him back at his and Qui-Gon's quarters.

Walking in, he gave hs Master a warm smile and greeted him with a respectful bow and a enthusiastic 'hi', more true to his character. Just as quickly his cheerfulness appeared, it was dashed again as he was told to go and get food for the evening meal for himself and then go to his room and meditate. Saying quietly he wasn't hungry, he retreated to his room.

The boy sat as his desk and stared at his diary. 'Why won't he talk to me? If I did something wrong, I need to know so I can fix it.' Slowly he opened the diary in front of him and without realizing it, began writing. His thought kept circling, looking for a way to make Jinn see what he was feeling. It wasn't until he looked at what his troubled thoughts produced on paper did he have a solution. Quickly coping what he wrote onto this datapad he dropped to the floor and began to meditate with smile on his face.

***

Qui-Gon opened the door to his Padawan's room silently. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face at the familiar scene. Obi-Wan was sprawled on the floor asleep, having never coming out of his meditations. It was a habit Jinn hped would break in time so at least the boy would make it to his bed before collapsing.

He picked up the small form and set him on the bed before leaving the room. Back in his own room, he lay down and continued his thoughts

Xanatos' death had affected him hard; harder than he thought it would. Sure he hsd told Obi-Wan that Xanatos wouldn't haunt him, but at the time he thought it wouldn't. Now, all he could think of was his former apprentice when he should have had a bond by now with his current one.

WIth that last thought, he drifted into an uneasy sleep.

***

Obi-Wan awoke early, a shock to the thirteen year old. Deciding it was excitment, he quickly showered and contacted his friends to meet him for breakfast before classes.

Bant, Garen, and Reeft looked at each other then back at Obi-Wan as tey noticed his tray full not food. "Did anyone think of lyrics?" Bant asked as an icebreaker.

Obi-Wan turned red and stuttered, "I-I did. K-kind of a way t-to vent my emotions a-after a non-nonresponsive Master last night." He sheepishly handed his datapad to Bant.

Garen and Reeft leaned over the Calamarian's shoulder and read the words in question. Obi-Wan looked on for a reaction.

When all three smiled, Obi-Wan knew all he needed to know.

***

Over the next week the four worked on fitting the words to music. One day, they sat on a plain in the gardens talking about the words. "Actually, to be truthful about what I wrote. I kind of have a double purpose for the song," Obi-Wan said.

"What?" Bant asked.

The boy shrugged, "Well, when I wrote it. I was just venting frustration while trying to think of a way to get through to Qui-Gon. Then I realized it would fit Bant's song, but also as a way to get throught to Qui-Gon. If I can just get him to the talent show to listen to the song and know that it's how I feel. I hoped he wuold open up. I know it's selfish and I'm sorry."

Bant smiled, "It's alright. The point is, you wrote the song from your heart and that's all that matters. And from another point of view, you were the only one to think of lyrics anyway."

"Now, how will you get Master Qui-Gon to the show?" Reeft asked.

A rustling of bushes startled the four. They quickly stood up and bowed to the Master in front of them.

"Help with that, I can."

TBC

I know it's short and I'm sorry, but the story's short althogether. Besides, I don't have a lot of time for reading and writing with school in the way. Any suggestions and comments welcome. Buh-bye